He stood strapped to a pole, shirtless, chest full of scars given to him by his kidnapper. He watched as the flames ignited and traveled to him. His blonde hair was matted with dirt, blood and leaves. His eyes were pitch black, having not fed in months. The black seemed to get darker as his fear spiked up. His face was covered in soot and ash from the fire and the remains of those who suffered the same fate as himself.
'Pray to God my family comes soon or else all they will find is my ashes.' He thought. His chances were looking very slim. The fire was mere inches away from his feet. It taunted him as it traveled. It nipped at his feet, burning them to a crisp as the fire traveled up his legs. His kidnapper came into the room laughing evilly.
"Poor poor helpless Dr. Cullen. It will be fun to watch as you scream in agony as the flames consume you. Too bad your family can't wait." He taunted. Carlisle hissed at him in anger and in pain. He refused to give the man what he wanted.
The fire spread agony through his back, charring and burning its way up to his neck. As the flames reached his neck, he thought one last thing before he was consumed by darkness.
'I love you my family'
The door burst down followed by 8 pain filled screams of terror and disbelief.
Happy Thanksgiving everybody! Give thanks to the ones you love! R&R